Would electric Noah build a mechanical ark?
Still wood. His shoulders tense
.
.
thrown forward with casualness so cultivated
it appears homegrown.
.
The floorboards creak as he rocks
sounding like a rope
.
weighted and swinging. Water laps
at the windows and sloshes
.
on fur. He buzzes and whirs at their
howling snarls.
.
Trembles under his own magnitude.
Her lip quivers
.
like the fat on arms holding closed
a door that holds back a flood.
